It was never part of the plan.
Falling in love was never part
of the deal.
One night, we vowed.
One night and that was it.
Reasons to run, ran thin,
resting on an oak tire swing —
in an autumn breeze.
Frequently, I’m wrapped
up in my mistakes
of what I said to get even.
Heart wrecked with
burned fear, I cast
stones at my self-esteem.
Good enough, I’ll never be.
The warmth of your expectations
puddled my inflated ego beneath your feet.
I’m not as tough as I thought I was;
I’m not as weak as the person you see of me.
A calculated delusion, I’ve
found in me.
The distance between us
makes my heart grow weary,
fonder of last summer.
Shadows replace rays
as days cut short their light.
A fine-tuned way of motion
rejects the apple of my eye.
Unfortunately, our ways part
but never in our hearts.
(© 2022 AC)
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